Monthly Archives: February 2023

Yo Momma’s So Stupid

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She think Airborne help her beat a cold.

She finish her ABC’s with “Now I know my EJZ.”

When other people say, “I understand” she says, “I don’t get it.”

Her IQ be like, in the single digits.

She thinks impoverished means chic.

One time I saw her counting on her fingers.

She been bullied her entire life.

Even air molecules be like, “dis bitch dumb.”

Her dog is the one that tells her to sit.

When people ask her to, “you know, meet me halfway,” she be like, “you mean divided by two?”

Her top score on Jeopardy was negative $1 trillion dollars.

She flunked outta high-school in 1st grade.

She invested in bitcoin…at any time in history.

Smiling not only came easy to her, afterwards it moved in permanently.

During the Great Depression she brushed off this horrific time in history with the words, “Well, you win some and you lose some.”

After eating an entire rotten egg was heard to have said, “God damn, that was good.”

Tight Squeeze

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She was as square as an equilateral triangle, yeah, but she made my heart pound like a fat man at a food truck. Hard. I was sitting at my desk. July. Muggy. Depressed. She walked in wearing nothing but a camel colored leotard held up by a silver choker. I told her straight away.            

“Honey, we’re closed. If you want justice for John Dear you’ll have to cross the street and see Jimmy. But if you do that, finding Johnny’s killer will presently become the least of your worries.”

Bending over, she whispered in my ear.

“Thank you for the information,” then turned around and walked out of my life for good, a totemic chemtrail of crevice custard boiling out of her behind like a paralyzed eel.

Things got bad for me after that. Yeah, real bad. I went on a three week crying jag with no relief in sight except my nightly cup of ginger tea. Steeped for 10 minutes. Luke warm but spicy. Yeah, real spicy. With just a squeeeeze of lemon. Meyer. Handpicked from the market. Farmers. I got better, yeahhh, a little better. But not before Father Time stepped in and said,

“Hey Kid, you get yourself a little sobriety, a little Buddhism, you’ll be all right.”

Yo Momma’s So Aimless

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She went to the store to get some milk but she came home with happiness.

When she had some things to do, she decided that not doing them was just as well.

She can’t much walk in a straight line.

People never mistake her for someone who gives a darn.

Instead of not just sitting there, but doing something, she just sits there.

One time she did exactly what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.

She laughs off all her hard-won wisdom as nothing more than the well-intentioned yet hopelessly distorted mental formations that they are.

She looks upon her otherwise horrific situation of estrangement with the spacious eyes of loving compassion.

When confronted with the question of her own mortality was heard to have said, “Yo, breathing in, I see myself as space, breathing out, I am free.”

Yo Momma’s So Angry

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Even Zeus tell her to lighten up once in awhile.

When she finally told her story at a Rage-a-Holics Anonymous meeting, a team of surgeons and contractors had to be called in, being careful to remove all the jaws off the floor in a way that saved the lives of the people as well as the integrity of the concrete.

All the children in the house watch her every move, hoping and praying she won’t go off.

Her face look like a bomb ready to explode, and she’s not very beautiful at all.

Being so upset all the time didn’t leave much room for the good times.

Upon hearing about the success of the “Angry Birds” franchise, she vowed revenge, and with painstaking detail went about the hard work of publishing her life’s story, “A Woman’s Wrath, Too Mad to Love” alternately translated from the original Italian as “Testy Betsy, the Angriest Mother Alive.”